No tomatoes, please

May 23, 2008

Huzzah!

Filed under: Recipe — Rachael @ 2.34 pm

Finally, a recipe site is doing recipe-less cooking! I was perusing Chow.com today (seriously, this Web site is awesome, kind of my dream to work there), and I noticed that they have a new feature called recipe-free cooking. Here they show you how to roast a chicken in the oven. I know, crazy, right? Other entries in the series include whole roasted fish and a freakin three-egg omelette. Oh geeze, it’s some scary stuff.

Now, I wholeheartedly agree with the whole non-recipe thing, mostly because I find most recipes insidious crutches that ruin the whole fun of cooking, which is messing around and tasting and throwing stuff in and making it yummy and you.

But I also think it’s a tad disingenuous for Chow to be acting like this whole learning basic techniques and using them with ingredients you want in order to create a dish thing is something new. I mean, that’s how chefs and your grandma have been cooking for, um, centuries? I guess? Yeah, millennia, probably. So, to recap, I think it’s cool that a Web site is giving you permission to cook without a recipe, but I also think it’s pretty lame that people feel like they need that permission. Oh well.

Love Letter: Cherries

Filed under: Love Letter — Rachael @ 1.47 pm

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The other day I was at the local Teeter looking for some sort of fruit because my body is going into some sort of nutrient withdrawal because I eat Alpine every day. I think in modern science that is called death. But anyway, I was looking at some grapes and hark! I saw, right there before me, the plastic bags of dark burgundy, huge, ripe cherries. And they were on sale! It was an exciting moment for me, which I guess confused the produce guy who was taking them off the display for the night and who was apparently a little uncomfortable with my enthusiasm.

But anyone could understand my enthusiasm about cherries. In the vast pantheon of fruit, cherries stand way above most of the rest. The luscious, dark, wonderfully juicy little fruit has such a delicate flavor reminiscent of the sweetest of plums that doesn’t even vaguely resemble the fake cherry flavor of the medicines of our childhood or, worse, those insipidly neon maraschino cherries. They are, in fact, in the same family as plums, peaches and other fleshy fruits wrapped around large pits, and it’s no small wonder that those are among the most awesome fruits ever, let’s be honest.

It’s still amazing to me that I never tasted a fresh cherry until about a year ago. And I’m so glad that they don’t taste anything like anything “cherry flavored.” Because, let’s be honest, of all of the terrible approximations of fruit flavors, cherry is definitely the worst. Though none actually taste anything like the fruit they’re supposed to be resembling, grape is generally passable and orange is always yummy somehow. But cherry is never good. I mean, the red popsicles are always the last ones you go for, and cherry triaminic is so the worst (besides the yellow, I mean, what flavor is that even supposed to be?) On a weird side note, orange Triaminic is The. Best. Shit. Ever. Like, my mouth is watering just thinking about it. I’ve always hope to find orange soda that tasted as yummy as the orange medicine, but no dice.

There are tons of varieties of cherries, but only a few are sold widely in America. There are pretty much either the dark red to burgundy bing cherries, or those yellow/pink-ish red Rainier cherries which are way more expensive. There are also sour cherries, but those are used mostly for cooking. Most cherry cultivation takes place in the US in Washington and Oregon and the Pacific Northwest, so, not so eco-friendly, but whatever, Barbara Kingsolver can suck it, they’re awesome.

Also, I don’t think I’ve ever had anything with cooked cherries in it, but I feel like they pobably lose a lot of their magic when subjected to heat and pie and other ingredients to taint their natural splendor. But, ya know, if you want cherry pie, I’m sure there’s a great recipe out there. Here’s a good-looking recipe for cherry upside-down cake from the ridic blog Smitten Kitchen which is lovely and well-written and totes makes me jealous.

Also, cherries totally make you poop! They also have like, antioxidants or some other crap. So there, so many good reasons to love cherries.

Related:

Cherry Information

Smitten Kitchen

WTF

Filed under: Random — Rachael @ 1.13 pm

Location: Student Union, UNC, Chapel Hill, NC, USA

Time: 2:11 p.m.

wtf: The dude next to me is eating a sweet potato. In May. That’s all he’s eating. And he’s acting as if it is completely and utterly normal to be eating a baked sweet potato for lunch.

May 6, 2008

Love Letter: Me, bitches

Filed under: Drinkin', Love Letter, Random — Rachael @ 11.53 pm

Yeah, this as nothing to do with food. But I can’t get back to the important things in life until I tackle this first.

OK. So, since I moved to the Chapel on the Hill permanently, I was hoping that I would write in my blog on a regular-enough basis for it to be entertaining. Unfortunately, I have been caught up in this horrible cabin fever/lack of motivation/horrible depression/even more horrible anxiety/low self-esteem spiral, and have had no motivation to do anything but sleep late, watch Maury and take naps while simultaneously trying not to cry all day and remember to take the dog out so the doesn’t piss on my rug.

Yeah, I’m crazy. But only a little. And it comes in waves. Unfortunately, a bad wave was coming and I attempted to stave it off by taking the semester off and going home to Charlotte to rest and recoup, but then my life kind of completely imploded and changed in crazy ways that would leave most people a trembling bundle of nerves and tears.

So, in an attempt to make myself feel better and not sabotage my relationship with anxiety and craziness, I’m gonna pull myself up by my damn Birkenstock flip-flop straps and be happy. I’m not gonna let this bullshit win and ruin my life. And the first thing I’m gonna go is make a list of reasons why I am totally awesome and deserving of amazing, wonderful lovely things and happiness and feelings and LOVE. This will stay here for me to look at and add on to periodically. If you have any other ideas, let me know. So here goes:

  • I love that I put together my ikea queen-sized bed in 45 freakin minutes with only a screwdriver and picture-only instructions. And that I can put together any desk, table, bookcase or chair you put in front of me.
  • I love that I look good with no make-up and in jeans and a v-neck t-shirt, but when I decide to do it up right and wear make-up for a special occasion, I look so super bangin’ and beautiful that it blows everyone away.
  • I love that I have awesome taste in movies and can thoughtfully dissect and discuss any movie I see. And put it on paper for money, bitches.
  • I love that I can bake cakes, rolls, bread, souffles, pies, baklavas and myriad other fancy pastries and also scramble an egg or boil pasta and cook pretty much anything I feel like without fear of failure (if only I could extend that to other aspects of my life).
  • I love that I can actually truly succeed at anything I set my mind to. The problem is setting my mind to something besides wallowing in sadness.
  • I love my ass. Not gonna lie, it’s really amazing. And no one believes me until they get a nice good look and I wear my yoga pants, and they’re like, damn. I also love my eyes, my lips, my hair, my ears, my calves, my feet and my little lady stomach pooch. Yeah, I like it. It means I’m soft and lady-like. And awesome.
  • I love that I can answer at least half of the questions on Jeopardy! every night without even really paying attention.
  • I love that I can totally rap along to Kanye West songs and do a not terrible job. Seriously, I totally got “Gold Digger.”
  • I love that I can do shots of whiskey like a dude and not complain about it.
  • I love that I know how to knit and iron and do dishes and hang a picture and use a drill and check my oil.
  • I love that I can knock out an awesome 10-page paper the night before it’s due, and that I can help friends do the same thing.
  • I love that I obsessively buy books. I love that I’m surrounded by books that I love or would love, if I ever got around to reading them.
  • I love that I can do the Monday crossword in about 15 minutes. And that I can get at least some of the clues on the Sunday crossword.
  • I love that I know a lot about clothes and shoes and purses and cars and feminism.
  • I love that I can sing opera.
  • I love that I loathe “Grey’s Anatomy,” like “Sex and the City,” and love “How It’s Made.”
  • I love that I don’t complain about how fat I am around others or feel the need to eat a salad (or worse, nothing) in front of a dude.
  • I love that I’m horribly clumsy and drop things and cut myself and poke myself in the eye, and that I can walk in high heels.
  • I love that I love anything on VH1 Classic that has anything to do with heavy metal.
  • I love that I’ve never done anything more hardcore than alcohol and a few puffs of a clove cigarette. (But I still love you if you do other stuff. Just don’t make me do it.)
  • I love that I’m not high maintenance and that I can just hang, or chill, or be cool.
  • I love that I could probably still beat you with a stick (or large piece of metal, either way) even though I haven’t fenced in years.
  • I love that I can make really awesome pool shots.
  • I love that I can string words together in an awesome manner that lend a gravity to my thoughts and feelings that others find humorous and interesting and can relate to.
  • I love that I can use big words. And would probably win at Scrabble if I weren’t playing my mom. Or if it didn’t make me want to claw my eyeballs out.
  • I love that I’m completely awkward and can’t dance at all, but I’m totally willing to let you teach me anyway.
  • I love my sense of humor. I love that I make people laugh, heartily and in large numbers. I love that I can parlay my horrible awkwardness into funny, and that I’m cool with people laughing at me. As long as I’m laughing too.

Ok, whew, that’s a lot to love. Hopefully this can get me through. Hopefully anyone out there loves these things too!